ster got the Arts of Woman?
[_Harl._ meets him in the dark, and plays tricks with him.
[Ex. all.

Enter _Willmore_ and _La Nuche_ by dark.

_Will._ Now we are safe and free, let's in, my Soul, and gratefully
first sacrifice to Love, then to the Gods of Mirth and Wine, my Dear.
[Ex. passing over the Stage.

Enter _Blunt_ with _Petronella_, imbracing her, his Sword in his
Hand, and a Box of Jewels.

_Pet._ I was damnably afraid I was pursu'd. [Aside.

_Blunt._ Something in the Fray I've got, pray Heaven it prove a Prize,
after my cursed ill luck of losing my Lady Dwarf: Why do you tremble,
fair one?-- you're in the Hands of an honest Gentleman, Adshartlikins.

_Pet._ Alas, Sir, just as I approach! Seignior Doctor's Door, to have my
self surrounded with naked Weapons, then to drop with the fear my Casket
of Jewels, which had not you by chance stumbled on and taken up, I had
lost a hundred thousand Crowns with it.

_Blunt._ Ha um-- a hundred thousand Crowns-- a pretty trifling Sum--
I'll many her out of hand.
[Aside.

_Pet._ This is an _Englishman_, of a dull honest Nation, and might be
manag'd to advantage, were but I transform'd now. [Aside.] I hope you
are a Man of Honour; Sir, I am a Virgin, fled from the rage of an
incens'd Brother; cou'd you but secure me with my Treasure, I wou'd be
devoted yours.

_Blunt._ Secure thee! by this Light, sweet Soul, I'll marry thee;--
_Belvile's_ Lady ran just so away with him-- this must be a Prize--
[Aside.] But hark-- prithee, my Dear, step in a little, I'll keep my
good Fortune to my self.

_Pet._ See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels, Sir.

_Blunt._ So-- there can be no jilting here, I am secur'd from being
cozen'd however.
[Ex. _Pet._

Enter _Fetherfool_.

_Feth._ A Pox on all Fools, I say, and a double Pox on all fighting
Fools; just when I had miraculously got my Monster by a mistake in the
dark, convey'd her out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my
Friend set upon me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe which
none but thy termagant Courage (which never did any Man good) cou'd have
procur'd.

_Blunt._ 'Dshartlikins, I cou'd kill my self.

_Feth._ To fight away a couple of such hopeful Monsters, and two
Millions-- 'owns, was ever Valour so improvident?

_Blunt._ Your fighting made me mistake: for who the Pox wou'd have
look'd for _Nicholas Fetherfool_ in the person of a Hero?

_Fe